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In order to convince Sculpt to give me self-defense lessons, I had to follow his one rule: no complaining, or he'd walk. I didn't think it would be a problem. I could handle a few bruises. What I hadn't anticipated was landing on my back with Sculpt on top of me and my entire body burning up for him.

Ream, the lead guitarist of the rock band Tear Asunder, deserves a gold medal for best dick move ever when he ran the moment he discovered my secret after two days of hot sex. Then he brought some chick to my coming home from the hospital party - after being shot. I hate him. Until...

Killian Kane. He was the most feared guy in high school. Guarded. Angry. A fighter. But when I caught him watching me with his captivating green eyes, I saw something more. Something protective and kind. He warned me to stay away from him. I did. Until I didn't, and he kissed me. A knee-weakening, body-tingling kiss that left me breathless. And scared the hell out of me. And then...he warned me never to come near him again, or next time he wouldn't let me go.

It was one night together. I wasn't supposed to see him again. I never thought I would. And then the six-foot-three cement graffiti wall of badass strode back into my life, and did it with full force. He's protecting me from his past, and I'm protecting myself against the heated chaos he erupts in my body. It doesn't help that he can do playful and sweet when he's not doing bossy. But the overly confident playboy Deaglan Kane is danger, has no boundaries, and is totally off-limits. And I know behind his walls there's a man with a dark and damaged past.

What started out as a deal quickly became a friendship that conquered monsters. I killed, but I escaped hell. Emotionless. Disconnected. Cold. A mannequin. It's what I'd become in order to survive the years held in captivity. I was able to endure the abuse and devastating loss as long as I remained detached. But he wouldn't let me. Crisis, the bass guitarist in my brother's rock band, Tear Asunder. He's cocky, rude, a total man-whore.

Love is like an avalanche. It hits hard, fast, and without mercy. At least it did for me when Sculpt, the lead singer of the rock band Tear Asunder, knocked me off my feet - literally. Because he's also a fighter, illegally of course, and he taught me how to fight. He also taught me how to love, and I fell hard for him. I mean, the guy could do sweet when he wasn't doing bossy, and I like sweet. Then it all shattered. Kidnapped. Starved. Beaten. I was alone and fighting to survive. When I heard Sculpt's voice, I thought he was there to save me. I was wrong.

I lie to survive. Have since I was 16 and my world fell into chaos. But I found a way to endure, or rather it found me. Now I'm a prisoner of my own doing, hiding behind a false mask so no one sees the truth. Not even the man I want but can't have - Deck. But I messed up and the lies are spilling over, out of control.

Macayla: My new landlord, ex-Special Forces Vic Gate, is intense, and even that's too domesticated a way to describe him. Extreme raw power seems more appropriate. Or maybe godlike, except there isn't anything forgiving or merciful in him. Then again, he gave me and my little boy Jackson a week to vacate his cabin instead of seven minutes. But the dangerously quiet, six-foot-four muscled wall does something to me. And it's way more than a sweet fluttering in my belly. This is an eagle-diving, bee-stinging, fire-breathing-dragon fluttering that causes all kinds of chaos inside me.